Wolf's Howl

Tis our time of our Oak Lord to rise, For the Holly King, who bares the winter wreath,Shall now lie in slumber once more,From his age long battle with the younger Oak Lord. Their swords are mixed with the symbols of an ancient world,As the spirits of the worlds and nature are one,Twisted and entwined joining the centre of the starlit sky to the centre of the earth.

The old woman, who sweeps the Holly King to his resting place,Let's the winter wolves howl as they moan to their King,For the darkest night is the King's flight of passage,And yet now he lays in slumber, protected only by the forest wolfs,Who stand guard waiting for him to awaken once more.

The hare has been sent off on her journey,Her job a simple one, to protect the holly lords crown, For she is as old as all and she knows the road ahead well.The wolfs will bow their heads down to her,For only she may enter the winter Kings hallowed ground,For it is nature who crowned the winter King, and so it must always be.